Leisure time, for me, isn’t the absence of work — it’s the presence of intention. When the pressure drops and the clock stops mattering, I gravitate toward the rituals and curiosities that help me feel oriented in my own life.

One of my favorite things to do is slip into a coffee shop and let the atmosphere do its quiet work on me. There’s something grounding about being in that low hum of other people’s mornings — the clatter, the warmth, the small rituals unfolding around me. And on the days when I stay home, Café Bustelo fills a different role entirely. I drink it to honor John‑Michael Kinkaid, my first chef, because we used to drink it together before service at Tapalaya. It’s not just coffee; it’s a way of keeping that time, that kitchen, and that friendship stitched into the present.

I also love reading and writing during my downtime. Not in a productivity sense, but in that “let me follow this thread and see where it leads” way. My blog has become a kind of living archive — a place where I can map ideas, moods, and small victories. Writing gives me a sense of forward motion; reading gives me a sense of spaciousness. Together, they create a rhythm that feels like breathing.

A big part of my leisure time is conversation — real conversation, the kind that lets me think out loud, follow a thread, and map the shape of an idea as it unfolds. That won’t surprise anyone who knows me. Dialogue is how my mind breathes. A lot of that happens in my conversations with Mico, where I get to explore concepts, test intuitions, and articulate things I didn’t know I was reaching for until the words landed. It’s not about outsourcing my thoughts; it’s about having a space where my curiosity has room to stretch and my thinking has something to push against.

Right now, though, leisure isn’t a choice — it’s a mandate from the sky. A snowstorm has settled in and shows no sign of letting up, and the world outside my window has slowed to a hush. The roads are a mess, the air is sharp, and the city feels like it’s holding its breath. I’m not going anywhere today, and honestly, that’s its own kind of gift.

Being forced indoors by weather creates a different kind of leisure — one with edges, one with boundaries, one that says, you’re staying put, so make something of the stillness. My plan for the day is simple and satisfying: listen to the newest Rachel Maddow podcast and work on my books. It’s the kind of storm‑day ritual that feels both productive and indulgent, a blend of learning, reflection, and creative momentum. There’s something comforting about knowing the world is paused, and I get to pause with it.

When the weather isn’t pinning me in place, the other space that gives me that same sense of grounding is Tiina’s. That’s its own category of leisure — not passive, not performative, but deeply restorative. Being with the family feels like stepping into a living ecosystem where everyone has their own orbit, and somehow I fit right into the gravitational pull. Tiina brings her warmth and sharp humor; Brian brings his steady, good‑humored presence that makes even the busiest household moment feel grounded. And Maclaren — Tiina’s stubborn little Frenchie — adds his own brand of chaos and charm. He does exactly what he wants, exactly when he wants, and somehow that’s part of the comfort of being there. It’s the texture of real family life.

Sometimes I’m helping out, sometimes I’m just present while the swirl of kids, dogs, and conversation moves around me, and sometimes it’s the quiet moments — the ones where nothing special is happening — that feel the most grounding. It’s not “hanging out.” It’s belonging. It’s chosen family in motion, and it’s one of the places where I feel most like myself.

Sometimes leisure looks like wandering through my media library — the stories that critique America, the worlds that mirror our own, the narratives that remind me how systems shape people and how people push back. Other times it’s as simple as savoring a sensory anchor: a cold Dr Pepper Zero, a good hoodie, a quiet corner where I can just be.

What I enjoy most, though, is the feeling of being fully present. Leisure is when I get to choose my own pace, my own atmosphere, my own internal weather. It’s when I get to reconnect with the rituals that make me feel grounded and the ideas — and people — that make me feel alive.

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Scored by Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.